The man's face was grim. The immense pressure of death was making him reckless.
He gripped the switchblade tightly, pointing it at Su Nian as he said sinisterly, "Are you going to strip or not!"
The other people on the bus were silent. Not a single person spoke...
[I salute you, brave warrior.]
[Don't tell me I'm going to see someone get ripped apart by hand today?]
[What's wrong with these people? They're all just sitting there, not doing anything!]
"Are you going to strip—"
Before the man could finish his sentence, his words came to an abrupt halt.
The other passengers' eyes went wide and their jaws dropped, expressions of terror and awe appearing on their faces.
Su Nian slowly tightened her grip on the bus's handrail. She squeezed until the steel rail was crushed and shortened in her hand.
She snapped it off with ease. Holding the metal bar, Su Nian smiled faintly at the man. The entire motion was smooth and seamless.
